Inside Dingyun Temple.
Abbot Deyun shook his Buddhist beads and muttered something.
Only when Abbot Yuanjue came closer could he hear a few words clearly.
"How unreasonable!"
"Have you ever worshipped the mountain?"
"Taking without asking is a thief!"
"This guy is not done yet!"
Abbot Yuanjue clasped his hands together and said, "I am sorry."
Uncle Master’s bad words don’t stop with these few words, let him say it!
Han Zeyu's entry into the mountains was like a mouse falling into a rice jar.
It was so enjoyable that one couldn't bear to leave.
Against such a beautiful backdrop, Su Shien took a charcoal pencil and sketched out an "unsightly" scene according to the plot in the pornographic storybook.
It is an insult to society, it is really an insult to society.
Su Shien was drawing an upgraded version of the pornographic picture while despising herself.
Han Zeyu slowly opened her eyes and looked at her husband, drooling like a crazy fan.
It turns out that focused men are the most handsome!
Su Shien noticed her husband's selective gaze and decisively put away the picture book, telling him to go down the mountain quickly.
When Han Zeyu stood up, she pretended that her legs were numb, and threw herself weakly into her husband's arms, asking him to carry her down the mountain.
Su Shien thought this request was unreasonable and refused to cooperate.
Han Zeyu tentatively said, "Or you can just hold me."
Su Shien was shocked: "You are wishful thinking, don't even think about it."
As expected, the old couple had no romance at all and could only walk down the mountain hand in hand.
Shortly after the two left, a group of monks patrolled the mountain as usual and found nothing unusual.
Could it be that they failed to comprehend the abbot's words?
What exactly is the change? Please give me a clear indication!
…
Tiezhu was envious when he learned that the two of them were going out of the city for a trip. He thought that being a servant was not as easy and comfortable as being an official.
Little money but a lot of work, that's what the Dali Temple is all about.
Look at the extremely noble Hanlin Academy, where there is little money and little work, and no one fights for food. It is simply a "dream class".
Tiezhu was gnawing on a big bone fiercely, muttering that he only regretted not having read enough books when he needed them.
If he hadn't burned his brain at the time, he might have been able to work in the Hanlin Academy.
He Mengying felt sorry for Tiezhu and used a serving chopstick to pick up a piece of bone with a lot of meat on it for him.
This kid must have not slept well last night, he started talking nonsense.
Eat, eat more, and when you’re full you won’t have any random thoughts.
Zhao Xun is not as kind as Sister Ying. He blurts out a big truth without thinking, which accurately hurts Tiezhu's heart.
"Even if your brain isn't fried, you can't get into the Imperial Academy. Isn't your family a family of military commanders?"
Having been hit in the sore spot, Tiezhu slammed the table angrily: "Who are you calling simple-minded and strong-limbed? Don't think I can't hear it!"
Tiezhu held the stick in his hand, intending to knock Zhao Xun unconscious and throw him out to sleep on the street.
Zhao Xun, being particularly tactful, immediately gave in, remembering Brother Han's advice: "Don't associate with reckless men, and don't argue with fools."
The clever Zhao Xun quickly found a new entry point.
"Master Tie, have you noticed that your reaction speed is getting faster and faster?"
Tiezhu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, dropped his weapon, put his hands on his hips, and laughed arrogantly and wantonly.
"Hahaha! You figured it out? Blame me for not hiding it well enough. I'll be more careful next time. What if jealous colleagues or mediocre superiors discover my secret and become jealous? What should I do?"
He Mengying was stunned and forgot to chew the food in her mouth.
Zhao Xun's hands were shaking a little, as if he couldn't bear the burden, and he transferred the bone he had just picked up to Tiezhu's rice bowl.
No, I suddenly feel a little nauseous.
He ate one less piece, hoping that someone who had no self-awareness would shut up.
Tie Zhu said helplessly, "You're so rude that you don't even use serving chopsticks. Never mind. We're brothers after all. I don't mind you. Just be more careful next time!"
Zhao Xun left the table in anger. This ungrateful guy acted as if the person who ate leftovers at the Su Mansion that year was not him.
When they lived together before, he never disliked someone's sweaty feet, but now he dislikes him!
He Mengying stood up to clear the dishes. Usually at this time, the people remaining at the table would feel embarrassed to continue eating.
But Tiezhu is not an ordinary person and is not affected at all.
"Tiezhu! Zhao Xun is young, you should be more considerate of him."
Tie Zhu wiped his hands and sighed softly, "After all, I am still young and full of energy. I still need experience."
He Mengying...
She shouldn't have said so much.
The couple had enough fun outside, ate and drank their fill, and then packed up the leftovers before going home.
Tiezhu felt sleepy after eating, but he forced himself to wait for them to come back.
As soon as the two approached, Tiezhu immediately woke up.
Roast duck, braised lamb, oven-baked pancakes, fresh meat wontons...
This is too much. There is so much food, so good and so varied. How much does it cost?
Han Zeyu patted Tiezhu's head and said with concern, "Are you hungry? I brought you some oven-baked pancakes and roast duck legs. Eat them while they're hot and go to sleep. We can talk tomorrow morning if you have anything else to say."
Han Zeyu hooked his finger, and Su Shien readily handed over the oil-paper bag.
I am so touched. The master has him in his heart and he is still remembered by everyone.
Tiezhu wiped the tears from the corner of his mouth and his stomach growled.
Tiezhu talked while eating, and Han Zeyu listened carefully.
"The Hanlin scholar's in-laws are the Shaoqing of the Taichang Temple."
Han Zeyu turned and looked at someone.
Su Shien reluctantly added, "The department responsible for sacrifices and rituals is a fourth-rank official."
Han Zeyu turned around and motioned Tiezhu to continue.
"Yuan Qinghan is the illegitimate son of the Shaoqing of the Taichang Temple. He followed the wedding procession to the Bachelor's Mansion that day."
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